Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.